suzerain
it is always night in this opaque city
sunlight has been erased
life is lived on a city island
a contained and partial place
disembodied
1 part sydney 2 parts los angeles
100% hong kong
this city morphs; watch it change!
a building goes up another comes down
the scene is eclectic
styles accumulate and mingle and form other styles
and there is a cohesion; this consistency of amass
life is lived in a loop
like a scratch on a record
spiralling
never quite the same shifted slightly
this event is an installation
of arranging and placing objects; contexts and things....
this opaque city is filled; brimming with cliches
it follows a tradition
a move-meant
seefeel succour provides a suitable ambience
gothic/film noir
what do these genres offer us
a discourse on romance mediated by the monstrous
monumental architecture is important
it locates and it looms
so the name of the game is to elevate and approach a binary union called love
a marriage of the extremities
the blonde and the brunette; an ultimate union
desiring the other which is exotic
an opaque terrain
to draw a thread and make it pucker
....and this is why homo is necessary
because it is not binary and it is love
because homo puckers
and homo engulfs
and
the monstrous is posited as a threat; a representation of synergistic chaosmic force
to valorise mans attempts at taming the universe
when face was face....
faciality is important here
a concentrated zone of expression; of individuations
to recognise the face is to recognise ones race
phalanx : to locate your tribe
to face ourselves....
that is the hard thing
"what i cant stand is to see the other guys face"
and so to murder
these dialogues are played out: a folding of binaries
the metaphors are dogged; old and tired
familiar and hence readable
in pursuit of an order
this is what man and stranger share in common
a stable haecceity; a static thingness
[i mean the wish for....]
an immovable object
an immobile face
so time is the immovable face
or so film understands it
and strangers.... they dont have alot of time
they are soon to expire
because they have no soul (or they lost it) they have only a thingness which
makes them vampires
drained
men in black
my uncle festers
vampirism is inextricably tied to immovable objectness mediated via eternity
[or the wish for]
which is impossible
only time is in possession of eternity and there will naturally be no successors
to time
eternity is too much for a body.... but not for time
tuning is not quite about harmony for harmony implies heterogeneity
harmony is jazz and jazz is intuition
....and improvisation
dissonance is harmony
and singing in unison
is a drone
unheard of
because it is a drone
tuning is about sounding a body
a body
must have a sound
if it is to operate
successfully
as a sound body
time is an arbitrary marking
of eternity : its sounding device
certifies its presence....
signals that it is here
with....
us
the face is a passing impression upon eternity
always already supplanted
a face which makes sound
is crucial
a chatter ring
a clicking of teeth
which resonates
and when it resonates it permeates
and when it permeates it binds
so we are thus bound by sound
an object which moves is an object which resounds
and this ofcourse is an electric object
passed
and this is what mary shelley understood
and this is why
the computerised electrosphere was inevitable
a pursuit of awareness which pays homage to what is essential
unavoidable.... and clear
[of what is there]
and water becomes the ultimate anecdote of space
dank and humid
a water conducts this electracy
and is the reason why a computer is dry....
because it is vapid
and not vaporous....
a shock of hair because objects are electric
and hair another community of tendrils pushing limits
of a thingness that was t'hair
the digital is what comes to a surface
what is here
iterates
and handset imprints upon
what is there
handset is a print
and a print is a screen
and a clock is a writing device
but not quite a pen
a pen is a cell
and a cell is a block
and there for a clock cannot be a pen
and a pen cannot write a language
because we cannot plug them in
but you can write with a clock and you can write with a pen....
grinding wheels are cog[native metaphor]s
a synapse is a stepping stone
but what we must ask next
does b proceed a in logical order or does a connect with q w e r t y u i o p s d f g
h j k l z x c v b n m and itself in no particular order
this is a binary question of which we will now pass
over and into the truth of ambiguities
order is nothing more than where it is at the time
it vibrates for emphasis
a *******blast******* into******* presence
which is unsustainable
[but i need to make it tighter]
to relax in a discourse within its own discourse
which is not a slide into memory!
[this is the lie]
always already supplanted
k h are stamped upon a suitcase
initials are the only cues we have toward finding an i- dent- it- y-
letraset is letteracy
and literacy forges identities
time via faces exposes itself to be the lie
and so cinema becomes preoccupied
cinema is just another phallus crystallised
which urges us to forget
by offering us the techniques
for constructing a memory
[which is the lie]
and what the monster remembers is always a lie
[as m s understood]
a monster scepes
that is to say it is the processual thing which slips and bends
which is to say a monster is a scape[land & e]
....always leaking
blood being a liquid is a matter of invasions
and is the reason why we would save the fish and destroy the metaphors
which arrive upon what is monstrous
because monster clutches at all of our plurals
[as d h understands it]
and here is the cohesion; this consistency of amass
of life lived in a loop
like a scratch on a record
spiralling
never quite the same shifted slightly
so as to become what man then fears....
a world without monuments is a world without love....
but the monuments are monstrous and not about love
but survival....
through a demonic union
which is about bloods and of fluids
mingling
fluids which carry very tiny things
and this is what man fears....
a demonic union which is pitiful
and some thing a manta and a glider would have in common
so
reclaim monstrosity
it is the most beautiful of all things
there is nothing diabolical
in the union of letters
which are unaffected
by def-in-itions
either
wa
y
.
and my
objectness
walks on the outside
of entire worlds
i the only thing which would constitute an inside
and....
inside is a tricky creature
a chimeraic affect
and....
inside is a trick of the light
and this is what makes it so palpable
it is inside
and all require e(i)
es
what constitutes a human soul?
an object which is central to a formation
and which vibrates
drawing the composition together, producing....*
humanity
a continuity of all the minor details;
every object and every thing
passing events and familiar scenes....
this is what it is to be human!
a universal environment
and this is soul
i ask you to forget about property
if you wish not to misconstrue
property is a matter for anthropology
and anthropology only passes
for it is a monster
without focus
and not a degree
one measures with time
and with all there is 3
harmony is 3
harmony is jazz and jazz is intuition
....and improvisation
tuning is about sounding a body
a body
must have a sound
if it is to operate
successfully
as a sound body
*a coinciding vibration in the human soul
[as w k understood it]
precision is for closure
or the lie of order
and this
becomes the reason why
artfulness is abjection
and knots beauty
a lie must be flawed so there is a leaking which generates
and film noir is now capable of performing these tasks
which set to work upon metanarratives
which form the body proper of noir
film noir then
operates
upon
itself
as cinema
film noir operates upon cinema
and this is necessary
in this opaque city
for the scenes are split
s p lit splitsplitsplitting
and there is a word i forget
which would be easy to say
a cliche
a familiar
as film is loathe to speak
so i will circle toward it
in a symbolic fashion
the symbolic is a substitute where there is
Öno point with which to start
Öno end in sight
Öand no directions to navigate
Öthe thing has not yet been defined
Öit is abstract
our imagination
is our passport into what is real
a photograph is still
and hence emulsion
a photograph is a memory embodied
and hence we deal in postcards
of sunny sandy beaches
and their inscriptions
and....
and....
if monster is succ ubus then humanity is in cubus
and volcanic is film
"thingness is only a thing with a mouth and a tail
a puckering ring with teeth
and when this muscle contracts
the teeth doth chatter
producing a sound
and these things move in space
chatter-ring"
and this was all freud need have written
the volumes were superfluous
and this was all he wanted to say
but he couldnt
coz he was dumb
and hence the retreat to the republic of schreber
freud on holiday on sunny sandy beaches
and....
down the winding roads of dorothy
and this is why he was always challenged by monsters posing riddles
coz he was always dumb
coz he failed to embrace his own monstrosity
and love it as a hole
and now all we have to thank him for is film noir
Thank You freud
fold 4 wrap 5
Thank You for doing the laundry freud
K-NOT!
and so cinema becomes preoccupied
cinema is just another phallus crystallised
which urges us to forget
by offering us the techniques
for constructing a memory
[which is the lie]
and tuning is about sounding a body
a body
must have a sound
if it is to operate
successfully
as a sound body
*a coinciding vibration in the human soul
tuning is a fork
and a fork presents a vector :
a trajectory of body-sound-anthropology
a vector warps
and this warp is a vibration
which produces its trajectory
and this is film noir
a grain of sand slipping between the toes
psychosexually
water breaks seals
water corrodes
in this particular context
and in being the first to set the scene
One becomes an operator
And has the power of surveillance
To control the situations
to your advantage
sssh....!
and there will always be a hook
(err)
which is serial
driving this plot of land
which is genderless
and pale
and all this time
the artist is maddening
in a room
without windows
in a room
with co- co- co- ckroaches
and a collision with a train
in the fireplace
the artist is in pain
the canvas is empty
the dishes need washing
and the chair needs upholstering
and all it can think of is- s- se- sex
this is transparency
this is installation